Govenor - Cause I had to lyrics

[2Pac & Govenor] G: Why'd you slang crack P: I had to G: Why'd you pack the straps P: Cause I had to) G: Why'd you jack the scratch P: Cause I had to G: Say what, say what P: A n***a got to pay the f**in' rent Pac You certified crazy [2Pac] I got to work with what you gave me Claiming' I'm a criminal and you the one that made me They got me trapped in this slavery Now I'm lost in this Holocaust headed for my grave G I told Sam he could f** the war And got a busted jaw for sayin' f** the law And if you wonder why I'm mad check the record What's a n***a got to do to get respected? Sometimes I think I'm gettin' tested And if I don't say yes a n***a's quick to get arrested That's the reason I stay zested I keep a vest on my chest in case the cops are gettin' restless Walk around ready to light sh** up And since my life is f**ed, some say I'm slightly nuts Buck, buck is the sound as I move up Other n***as pay attention when I'm fool, bust They make a n***a be a k**er I used to be a dealer But they wanted to see who's realer Now them same mothaf**as wanna murder me And I wonder If the Lord ever heard of me (uh) I need loot so I'm doin' what I do And don't say sh** until you've walked in my shoes There was no other destiny to choose I had nothin' left to lose so I'm singin' n***a blues [Hook: 2Pac & Govenor] Can't you see, we're raised to all be thugs Make's us do the things we do Got to let a Outlaw make moves (A n***a got to pay the f**in' rent) Why did you slang crack (Cause I had to) Why did you pack straps (Cause I had to) Why did you jack the scratch (Cause I had to) A n***a got to pay the f**in' rent [2Pac] Poppa need brand new shoes But what the f** can a n***a do My little boy got to eat too So why must I sock-a-fella Just to live large like Rockefeller? And did you ever stop to think I'm old enough to go to war But I ain't old enough to drink Cops want to hit me with the book And you're hooked on my eye don't give a f** look Make your rules I'm a break 'em No matter how much you make 'em You show me bacon I'mma take 'em So don't you ever tempt me I'm a fool for mine n***a and my pockets stay empty To my brothers In the barrio You livin' worse than the n***as In the ghetto so I give a f** about your language or complexion You got love from the n***as in my section Got love, you got problems with the punk police Don't run from the chumps get the pump from me We ain't free I'll be damned if I played a trick For a blonde hair blue-eyed Caucasian b**h (b**h!) Down with my homeboy Rich f** a snitch and a groupie a** b**h And the n***a with a cellular phone Leave his baby at home so he can go out and bone (That ain't right) And you wonder why we blazin' n***as Cause you punks havin' babies can't raise the n***as (What's up kid) And they bound to be f**ups too Drinkin' forties of brew singin' n***a blues (Hey Pac, say what?) [Hook: 2Pac & Govenor] Why did you slang crack (Cause I had to) Why did you pack straps (Cause I had to) Why did you jack the scratch (Cause I had to) Come on, Come on Now I'm headin' for the mothaf**in' penn [2Xs] [Outro: 2Pac & Govenor] 4x Can't you see we're raised to all be thugs Makes us do the things we do you got to let a Outlaw Make moves and get a grip That's to you